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A Halloween story
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S is for scary A couple nights after Halloween, my friends and I thought it was be fun it we went to go watch a scary movie. Some of my friends didn't want to go on Halloween night because they thought it would be too scared, so we went a couple days after. I don't remember what we watched but all I remember is it said it was rated R, and I didn't even get scared of flinch once through out the whole movie. My friend were scared to death, they were hiding behind there hands, hiding behind there jackets, they were even hiding behind me. I just sat there in the movie theater, with a straight face. The movie was about how this girl, she just moved to a new town and she met a boy. The girls parents abused her, so the boy always saw her arm with
Within the picture before me, I see myself. I was dressed in all black; black dress shoes, black pants, a black button-down shirt with a sleek black tie, a black suit jacket, black gloves, a black ski mask, and a black fedora to top it all off. I am not entirely sure what I was supposed to be. Was I a mobster, a thief, or even a personification of the night? The date was Halloween and I was sitting on a bench in front of my house, waiting to scare or give out candy to anybody who approached the door. That year, we had not decorated our house as well as previous years; but we still had a few last minute ideas implemented o let people know that they were welcome to approach. There was a rotating red beacon flashing, jack-o-lantern cutouts over the porch light, and creepy music playing loudly. Despite the decorations, not one person came to our house and hardly anyone had decorated for the holiday along my street. I remember feeling disappointment when I realized that nobody was going to¬¬¬¬ come and anger as people walked by our house without a second glance.
The plot of the movie was that a man’s sister had died and he believed she had been murdered. The viewer later learns that the girl is alive and had an affair with her husband’s doctor. The man never finds out his sister was still alive because she gets
My hands were clenched tightly around the armrest of my couch, ten minutes in to my first horror movie. I was in middle school as a 7th grader, brand new to the world of sleepovers, late nights, and scary movies. My best friend invited me over for a sleepover on a Friday night to pig out on candy, and watch a movie that would surely leave us with nightmares for a long time. I did not show it and neither did my friend, but I was apprehensive whether or not this was a good idea. I could hear my mom in the back of my head at the time saying, “scary movies are for adults, and you will regret it if you watch one.” We both acted like the movie we were about to watch, wasn’t a bigger deal than it actually was; I was terrified yet excited about the
How the Opening Sequence of Halloween Captures the Attention of the Audience ' 'Halloween' was made in 1978 and is a good example of the 'Slasher' movies from that time and this is an interesting piece of cinema as it can be related to the German expressionism of the late 1920's which used jerky camera shots and high contrast lighting to enthrall the viewer .In this essay I will discuss how the opening to Halloween captures the audiences attention and how codes and conventions create suspense and tension for the audience.
Have you ever been stopped dead in your tracks due to a scary sight? Maybe you’ve felt
The living room was dark and the only thing you could see was the brightness of the TV. Also, I could still hear many people talking from down stairs, fire truck siren going off, and the city lights that were still shining bright. At the age of seven, on a cold Friday night in Brooklyn; my mom, cousin, and I started watching some scary movies since it was around Halloween. There was this movie called “Child’s Play” and as a child, I didn’t like the movie at all due to the fact that there was an ugly doll that was moving and killing people. During, that weekend it was showing marathons all weekend long since it was the Halloween weekend. The bed was pulled out with all the warm blankets and snacks besides us waiting for the move to start.
It was two days till halloween and I went to get my costume. I decided to get a scary costume and I saw a slenderman costume. I wanted to get because I remember three years ago I wanted a slenderman costume me and my dad decide to get it and head back home quick because I wanted to wear the costume so badly. When we went home I ran to the bathroom like a crazy person to try on the costume. When I put the costume on it was hard to get the mask on because I had to zip the mask on when I put the mask on I couldn't see a thing.
Even though they might not find out and you can get away with it , never lie to your parents. Sooner or later they may find out. Parents expect you to be honest with them. so you can earn their trust, and, lying to your parents about your location etcetera is not needed. I learned the hard way that honesty is always the best policy with just one night one the town.
Stepping out of Port Authority, I watched the city for a moment. I absorbed everything. I missed the town for the several months that had passed since my last visit. I smelled the toasted, sugary nuts from street vendors, I heard the cab horns honking, I watched people cross streets all together in a mob, as soon as the red hand changed to a walking person. I listened to people saying hello, and people saying goodbye to each other outside of the bus station. I watched a cab pass with an ad for the Chicago Broadway show on top of it. I knew that I was finally back in my favorite town.
This film is in 12 years earlier, begins with 2 young children who are best friends together since they were 5 years old, named Rosie Dunne and Alex Stewart. At Rosie's 18th birthday party they got drunk and
It was the regular night shift but some guy was sleeping on the bench with only three items. It was the cell phone that first caught my attention and then the picture and then the hair ribbon. It almost seemed like they belonged together and yet they just didn’t fit.
Haunted houses are not common in Waynesboro, Virginia but every year there is a haunted forest done to raise money for breast cancer. The haunted forest is called Twisted Creations and was where the first truly terrifying event that ever happened to me took place. I was a scrawny, timid eight year old girl with large, bright blue eyes, sandy-brown hair cut to my shoulder blades who led a sheltered life. Two days before Halloween, my family and I were sitting in our living room after dinner watching the movie Hocus Pocus. My mother was on her computer when she asked “You all want to go to the haunted forest?” We (my three sisters, my father and myself) were all bored and looking for something to do so of course we said yes. We piled in my mom’s red jeep commander and were off.
Every since I can remember I have liked to watch movies, I would never watch a scary
People love to be scared. They like to read and see scary stories. But their views on what they deem freighting changes from person to person. One may say clowns are the things of nightmares, while another argues that zombie are worst. So what is a common denominator that makes a good scary story? Typically it is the attention to detail, the way the writers creates a relatable character, or even ow realistic the scary situation is. If a story has these basic characterizes it is almost guaranteed that it will be considered a good scary story.
One particular night still haunts me and is one that I really wish I could forget. I went to bed that night up at my Grandma's house just like I did almost every night, a little apprehensive about what I might hear. At about 1:00 a.m., I was awakened by a loud bang on my window. I thought maybe it was just a dream, so I closed my eyes and started to fall back asleep. Just as I was almost back to sleep, I heard another loud bang followed by mysterious voices; this time I knew it wasn't a dream. At first, I was so scared that all I could do was lay in my bed motionless. I tried to rationalize what the noises I heard could have been, but I couldn't think of any logical explanation, except that someone was outside. My first instinct was to grab my cell phone and call 911. I quickly grabbed my phone off my headboard and held it close to me, still too scared to move, b...